Chapter 03
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WHEN SIANNA finally stirred awake the next morning, the first thing she felt was the pounding ache inside her head. It throbbed relentlessly, as if someone were striking her skull from the inside. But the pain did not stop there. As her awareness slowly returned, she became uncomfortably aware of the soreness spreading through her body.
Her hips ached.
The space between her thighs throbbed with a dull, unfamiliar pain.
She kept her eyes closed, hoping the sensations would fade if she ignored them. But instead of relief, fragments of blurred images forced their way into her mind.
Her own voice, crying out in pain and pleasure.
A man’s hands moving across her skin.
The relentless thrusting deep inside her body.
Kisses that stole her breath, drowning her senses until nothing else existed.
The memories felt disturbingly real.
Too real.
Wait.
Memories?
Or dreams?
Was it all just a drunken nightmare?
Sianna’s eyes flew open.
Dimness greeted her. The room was cloaked in shadow, early morning light barely filtering through the curtains. Her chest tightened violently, her heart slamming against her ribs as dread flooded her system.
The silence inside the room was deafening. It pressed down on her, amplifying the tension coiling in her chest.
She tried to move.
She couldn’t.
Something heavy rested across her thighs, pinning her in place.
Her breath hitched.
Slowly, carefully, she turned her head to the side.
What she saw nearly made her scream.
A man lay beside her, deeply asleep, his face relaxed, his breathing steady.
Sianna clapped her hands over her mouth just in time, stifling the scream that clawed its way up her throat.
Her eyes widened until they burned. Her heart felt like it was about to leap straight out of her chest.
A stranger.
There was a stranger in bed with me.
How was this possible?
How had I ended up here—with a man I didn’t know?
She had been drunk the night before. That much, she couldn’t deny.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember bringing anyone back to her suite. She could barely remember how she ended up in this bed at all.
A sick realization settled heavily in her stomach.
This wasn’t a dream.
She had given herself to a man she didn’t even know.
Her hands trembled as she slowly lifted the thick comforter covering their bodies. Her breath caught when she saw her own nakedness beneath it.
What did you do to yourself, Sianna? she screamed silently in her head.
It was madness.
She had guarded herself carefully throughout her relationship with Wil. She had protected her virginity, believing it meant something, believing it was meant for her future husband.
And yet, in a single reckless night, she had lost it all because of alcohol.
No matter how much she cried now, it was done.
She had given herself away—to a stranger whose name she didn’t even know.
Her gaze drifted back to the man sleeping beside her. If there was any consolation at all, it was his appearance. He was undeniably handsome—far more attractive than her ex, Wil.
That bastard.
Sianna, get a grip! a voice in her mind screamed.
She forced herself to focus. Carefully, she lifted his leg off her thighs, holding her breath as she did so. Relief flooded her when he didn’t stir.
She slid off the bed as quietly as possible.
The sharp pain between her thighs made her bite down hard on her lower lip.
If she could wish for anything, it would be for all of this to disappear—to be nothing more than a terrible dream.
She was already struggling to process the betrayal of her fiancé and her stepsister. And now she had created an even bigger problem for herself.
This wasn’t revenge.
No.
Sleeping with someone else wasn’t revenge—it was stupidity.
But it had already happened.
Weakness washed over her as she gathered her discarded clothes. She needed to get out before the man woke up.
“Where is it?” she whispered as she searched the floor for her underwear.
That was the last thing she needed.
She had her bag. She slipped on her high heels. She even checked under the bed.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
Sianna jerked upright from where she was kneeling on the carpet.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
Had she really heard a voice?
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to take a deep breath before slowly lifting her head toward the source of the smooth, amused tone.
The man was awake.
He sat casually on the bed, his back against the headboard, holding something between his fingers.
Her panties.
Her eyes widened in shock.
“How dare you?” she hissed.
She shot to her feet and lunged toward him, trying to snatch the underwear from his hand. He merely lifted it higher, effortlessly keeping it out of her reach.
In her haste, she lost her balance and nearly fell forward—straight into his bare chest.
She froze.
Her breath caught.
Then she pushed herself away, stumbling back.
“Give that to me,” she snapped, glaring at him.
Her irritation flared hotter when she realized he still held her underwear, utterly unbothered.
“Is that how you usually behave?” he asked, genuinely curious.
His English sounded natural, effortless. Not forced. Not pretentious.
“I don’t have time to chat with you,” she said sharply as she reached for her underwear again.
This time, she managed to grab it. He didn’t stop her.
That was when she noticed his body.
The defined lines of his abs.
The strength in his frame.
Now that he was fully awake, his handsomeness was impossible to ignore.
There was something dangerous about his looks.
Not cute.
Not simply attractive.
Dangerously handsome.
Oh, f**k, Sianna. You’re seriously admiring him right now? she scolded herself as she hurriedly pulled on her underwear.
She turned to leave.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.
She stopped mid-step.
When she looked back, his brows were drawn together, his expression darkening.
And somehow, that made him look even more handsome.
Hot.
“Oh,” she blurted suddenly as an idea struck her.
She opened her bag, pulled out some cash, and dropped it onto his lap.
“This should be enough,” she said. “I don’t even remember what happened last night anyway.”
With that, she hurried out of the suite.
Once outside, her gaze caught on the room number.
She frowned.
She quickly pulled out her key card and checked it.
Her breath hitched when she saw the number printed on it.
It was different.
Her heart dropped.
She had been in the wrong suite.
For real?!
Despite the pain between her thighs, she forced herself to leave and search for the room she was actually supposed to stay in.
Her entire body felt weak when she finally unlocked the correct suite and stepped inside.
She collapsed onto the bed and broke down.
She had gone into the wrong room.
She had slept with a stranger.
And she had lost her virginity without even realizing it.
It felt like the world had collapsed around her, crushing her beneath its weight.
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